My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 52

“I can’t believe it’s not there anymore! What the fuck is wrong with kids today? Why would they want a touch screen computer lab instead of a ball pit? There’s something fucking wrong with their generation.”

He sounds like my grandfather.

He’s been like this ever since we walked into the kids play area to find the slides and climbing frames replaced with an interactive learning centre. He’s trying to cover it up but I swear to fuck he’s pouting about the entire thing. We’ve gotten to the other side of the building now but he’s not letting it go.

“Oh for fucks sake... Want me to take you to Chuck E. Cheese after this? Maybe find you a nice swing park?”

The evil glare he gives me is only half as forceful as the shove I get for adding fuel to his fire, worth it though. I’m almost sent flying into a giant replica of Jupiter before he manages to capture my wrist and pull me back to him laughing. I wish he knew how fucking cute he is when he gets angry, I can’t stop myself winding him up just a bit more when his nose scrunches up like that. I’m pretty sure calling him adorable to his face is just going to earn me another shove though so I don’t say it... but I really want to.

“Asshole.” He chuckles as I continue to laugh, before pulling me forward and silencing my giggles with his lips on mine quickly. I hate how he knows this works every fucking time.

He inches away slowly after he’s called me completely, resting his thumb and forefinger against my chin to keep a slight gap between my lips as he stares down into my eyes. His glare roams all over my face, taking in every curve and edge as his lips curl up into a cunning grin.

“You know, I think I know what your problem is here.”

That I’m ridiculously attracted to you, that I can’t stop thinking about you every moment we’re apart and that you pretty much have complete control of my body with a single touch?

“Oh yeah? What?” I ask trying not to fall any deeper into his intense gaze, it’s kind of impossible, have you seen his eyes? Masterpieces have been painted with less fucking perfection in their collection of hues.

Leaning forward, he moves his lips to the side of my neck and allows his hot breath to fan against my skin gently, staying perfectly still until I’m almost quivering in his hold. He knows what he’s doing to me, his fingers trail circles on the skin at the back of my neck, right at the point where he first kissed me in the woods at camp and started this whole thing for us, as his lips grow ever closer to my ear he begins to whisper.

“I think...” He breathes huskily, before his next words suddenly come out in a rush of chuckles.  “...that you’re so fucking old that you've forgotten what it was like to be a kid.”

That cheeky little fuc-

The moment the words leave him, he bolts his way across the empty exhibit room with his infectious laughter ricocheting off every glass surface as I  begin to chase after his retreating form. Like fuck am I letting him get away with saying that!

The doors at the end of the room almost smack me in the face as he rushes to escape my wrath, does this man not realise there is fucking no way he can hide from me now? I’ll show him fucking old...

There are no doubts that he’s an exceptional athlete as I come barging through the doors into the long empty hallway that leads to the auditorium to find him almost at the other side already, the posters of all the shows they have going on this year that line the walls just becoming colourful blurs as I race after his ever shrinking frame. This kid needs to be taught a fucking lesson.

I throw everything I have into making my legs work harder than they ever have outside of my gym, covering the ground quickly and trying to control my breathing through laughter as he attempts to increase his own pace when he realises I’m gaining on him.

I’ve got you now you incredibly large fucker...

He has no fucking hope as I launch my whole body forward and jump straight onto his back, he has no time to find his balance and begins to topple over, so I pull him back until we both end up crashing into the floor just in front of the auditorium doors in a loud round of hilarity.

He immediately attempts to throw his hands up in surrender, his whole body vibrating with laughter below me as I take his open hands and pin them by his wrists with one of my own above his head. I plant my legs either side of his hips, holding him to the floor with my body weight. Got you.

“I’m sorry!” He pants through breathless giggling, but like fuck is he getting out of this one so fucking easily... He looks down at our positioning, my body covering his as he lays on the cool marble tiled floor. A smirk takes over his face while he lets his eyes trace back up my body until they meet mine. “This seems oddly familiar... Haven't we already done this before?”

I loosen my grip on his wrists, letting them go eventually but he still keeps them in the same position. Lightly stalking my fingers down his arms, I skim my fingertips over the tattoos that coat his bicep, remembering fondly that time we ended up in a similar position on the basketball court at camp... I can’t believe that was only a few weeks ago, it feels like I’ve lived a lifetime with him since then. I think that was the first moment I ever truly felt the urge to kiss him.

Now I can’t imagine ever having not.

“That day..” I look down at him.  “What were you thinking about, when we were like this?”

My fingers continue to trail over his bicep, before working their way down onto his ribs, each stroke of my touch is like caressing velvet, and it only seems to shudder his breath even further.

“That I wanted you to kiss me.” He answers without hesitation. “What were you thinking?”

“That I really wanted to kiss you.” I state truthfully, as I move my palm to grace over his chest until I’m pushed up against his heart. It's beating so fast, yet perfectly in rhythm with my own. He makes me nervous, no man has ever made me fucking nervous, but I feel at peace with it knowing I do the exact same thing to him.

He moves his hand to mirror my placement, feeling my own racing heartbeat in turn.

“Why didn't you?”

I wish I had, fuck I wish I had. I would give anything to have had more time with him than I already have, to have been able to kiss him for an extra day, an extra night, even an extra fucking hour. No time with him feels like enough.

“I didn’t know if you’d want me.”

From the way his hand begins to clutch at my shirt, I know my pulsing blood filled life organ is thumping against his palm with such an honest declaration. It’s the truth, I was terrified that it was all in my head.

He reaches up, guiding away my hair from my eyes so delicately before following down my skin and capturing my jaw, running his thumb across my bottom lip just like he always loves too, all without ever breaking our eye contact.

“How the fuck could you think I wouldn’t want you Josh?... You’re perfect.”

We are lying on a cold hard floor, in the middle of a dark empty corridor, not somewhere most people would feel the pieces of their life slowly slipping into place. Yet never in my fucking existence have I felt so warm, safe or this fucking happy.

He’s it. He’s just... it.

I lean down to kiss him but it’s nothing like the others that we've shared tonight, there’s no lust or melding of tongues, it's just me and the man I’m starting to feel my heart solely beat for showing each other that being here together is exactly where we are meant to fucking be. I know it, I can’t explain how, I just fucking know I’m supposed to be here with him.

As I sit back up I pull him with me, keeping our kiss controlled and soft before I break away but continue to hold us close. It’s only at this moment that I realise I’m basically sitting in his fucking lap, brilliant, now he’s made me one of those fucking people that get so lost in their partners kisses that they forget everything else they’re doing... Oh god, am I Aleah? Am I the fucking Aleah in this situation?!

His hands circle around my hips to keep us together before I have the chance to move, he likes us like this, and it’s fucking killing me that I do too... What the hell is he doing to me?

“You’re going to blow up my whole world Milo Thompson.”

“No.” He says before slowly bringing his lips back to mine. “I’m going to give you the whole world, Joshua Jones.”

His kiss moves to my jaw as I glance back over at the doors to the auditorium, my stomach now uncomfortably alive with temperamental butterflies as I remember what’s on the other side. Fuck, I hope he likes it. He wants to give me the world, and I’ll let him, if he promises to let me give him the universe in exchange.

We both rise to our feet, him reaching out on instinct and straightening out my shirt, he's really fucking cute isn't he?

“Where do you want to go next? I don’t think they’re going to have any shows running at midnight in an empty auditorium.” He laughs as he slips his hand into mine and attempts to guide us back in the direction we just came, but I pull him to a standstill.

“Actually, there is one on tonight...”

He looks at me with confusion as I step behind him and place my hands over his eyes, beginning to push him forward into the doors before us.

“Josh...”

“Just trust me, okay?”

He lets out a large exhale before finally letting me lead him. Bloody Thompson’s and their need to control fucking everything.

As we step through the doors, I’m almost bloody blinded by the bright lights in here, this is not the vibe I’m going for. Searching around the room I spot the machine that Han explained to me about. “Keep your eyes closed, I’ll be right back.”

I make sure to walk all the way around him before pausing and waving my hand in front of his face a few times to make sure that he’s doing as he’s actually fucking told for once. To my absolute surprise he seems to be cooperating for now, but I know it won’t last so I race down the steps between the seats and try not to ruin the set up with each step before making my way to the machine and punching in the code. Shit, is it 618 or 619? Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck it, 619 it is.

The moment I hit enter I know I’ve made the right decision. All the lights extinguish themselves, the screens of the walls and ceilings appear to disperse into the gazing night sky. It's like we've just magically found ourselves standing right amongst the stars. I make sure to side step everything on my way back up to the very impatient guy still standing at the top. Fuck, please like it...

I almost trip on the stairs under the new cloak of darkness in the room, but gratefully his eyes are still closed and it won't become just another action he can chalk up to my geriatric body. Slipping in behind him I place my hands back over his eyes and walk him forward to this top of the stairs so he can get the full impact of the room when he opens them.

“I swear to fuck Josh, if you’re about to shove me down those stairs to get back at me for what I said.... I’ve learned all the lessons you have to teach me... I’ll remember to respect my elders in future.”

I swear to fucking God if this guy wasn’t so fucking beautiful I’d seriously consider kicking his legs out from underneath him right now and just watching him fall.

“Miles,” I whisper, leaning myself forward and using one hand to cover his eyes while the other curls around his waist and pulls him back sharply towards me. His body feels too fucking good against mine. Cold bumps rise on the surface of his skin as I pursue my lips from the base of his neck all the way to the edge of his jaw whilst continuing to deprive him of his sight. “You have no idea of the lessons I’m going to teach you... You’ll learn things about yourself you never even knew were possible... Things only I can show you... Things only I can do to you...”

I take the supple flesh that coats his pulsing artery and suck it deep into my mouth, his body almost convulsing with pleasure as he unknowingly forces himself back into me. I’m leaving a mark and he fucking knows it, but he makes no effort to stop me. This is payback, but it feels like I’m torturing myself too as he pushes against me. Fuck...

It takes everything I have to pull away, but this isn't the time to get carried away like that. We have time, so much fucking time.

I promised myself that this would be the best first date he'll ever have, and I plan to keep that promise.

He whimpers slightly but doesn’t say a word when he realizes that I won’t be going back in for more of him right now, instead I wait for his vibrating body to calm before loosening my grip on his waist and leaving a small soft kiss on his shoulder. I didn’t know I’d love watching him become putty in my hands so fucking much.

“You ready?”

He nods, I graciously make my way to his side and lower my hand so I can soak in his reaction when he sees this... Here goes fucking nothing...

“Open your eyes."

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